Ok, so I had my first unscheduled emergency ultrasound yesterday. Sigh. I'm being haunted by symptoms of pregnancies past - spotting, cramping, pain. The nurse has reassured me that these are all extremely common with IVF because of all the medications. But for me, it brings me back to my previous pregnancies, to the trauma and terror I associate with those. I may be "one of those women" but I don't have a healthy or normal pregnancy to compare this to.
All that to say, Baby Savant looked great. Heart beat was strong, you could start to make out more than just blob on the ultrasound. And my sweet doc is bringing me in one more time before releasing me to my OB and MFM specialist.
Otherwise, nausea is being somewhat controlled by my new meds. But I've quit praying that I would be healed of this horrific nausea because I just cannot handle not having it. Weird? Absolutely. But I had a 24 hour period with essentially no nausea (which corresponded with my new pain symptoms) after over 48 hour of unrelenting, can't get out of bed nausea. I freaked. That scared me just as much as the cramping pain I was having. I didn't realize until then how much comfort the nausea brought. Though I'd rather have LESS nausea, NO nausea was not good for my heart. And revealed all the more how much I doubt. I don't trust that God will answer my prayers, I'm surprised when He does. And I still don't trust God with my child, at least not yet. I pray I will get there, but I just feel let down in the past. Which is ridiculous as I watch my 2 little miracles shovel pasta and peas in their mouths with their hands, passing their water cup back and forth. It's a disgusting yet beautiful process to watch them eat. God did that. Doctors didn't, doctors didn't think they would make it, Yet here they are, and in-my-face, everyday reminder of God's goodness.
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